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Love for literature

Today is a little different. Although I did not have either time and energy I wanted to somehow write. And so I have chosen to simply compile some of my favourite quotes by all my favourite writers, in hope it resonates. Maybe I'll write a story kater on with all the quotes included

When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering.
   The world is out of joint.

Doesn't that mean I have no choice but suicide?
~Osamu Dazai, the setting sun

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.
~Osumu Dazai, the setting sun (Yes i've read that one very recently)

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time to forgive life, to be at peace
~Oscar Wilde, the canterville ghost

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
~Oscar WIlde, Lady windermere's fan

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
~Oscar wilde, the picture of dorian grey

Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I'll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's
~Fyodor dostoeyesky, Crime and punishment (not the full quote but still)

It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise
~Fyodor Dostoyesky, The idiot

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."
~Sylvia plath, the bell jar

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn't say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.
~Sylvia plath, the bell jar

People or stars. Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
~Sylvia plath, Ariel

All children have to be deceived if they are to grow up without trauma.
~Kazuo Ishiguro, Never let me go

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?
~Kazuo Ishiguro, The remains of the day

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee? But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
~Albert Camus, happy death

To think the way you do, you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.

On both perhaps.
~Albert camus, A happy death

...her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.
~Simone de Beauvoir, the second sex

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
~Franz Kafka, The trial

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
~Franz kafka, the castle

Since there was nothing at all I was certain of, since I needed to be provided at every instant with a new confirmation of my existence, since nothing was in my very own, undoubted, sole possession, determined unequivocally only by me — in sober truth a disinherited son — naturally I became unsure even of the thing nearest to me, my own body.
~Franz kafka, letter to the father

These are only some that were stuck in my head lately so I hope you enjoyed it